Listen the Dawn Is Breaking
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Inspired by:
"It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless
and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched,
courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the
sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea."
From "Under Milk Wood, A Play for Voices" by Dylan Thomas, 1954
Listen, the dead calm silence of night is blinking awake.
You can hear the sky yawning, a new day is dawning.
Listen, a bird far away tweets a piecing but soft call.
An echo or a response is given, further away still, very soft and tentative in reply.
Listen, you can hear the sound of the silence which seeps into your being
like the coolness and dampness of dawn.
Listen, you can hear the rays of light kissing the scene into life with gentle taps and nustles, spreading gradually inland.
Listen as the gossamer breeze springs up, gently rattling the leaves awake.
Listen, you can hear a rustle of animals tip-toeing in slippers, bustling about.
Listen, you can hear dew drops falling from leaves glistening in red and yellow light.
Listen as dawn the conductor, with flips of the baton, calls each instrument gathered, to spring gently and softly into life.
Heralding a new performance by the gathered ensemble.
Yes, it's time for applause.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2016
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